【 𝐩𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐬. 】〖 𝚂𝙻𝙾𝚆 𝚄𝙿𝙳𝙰𝚃𝙴𝚂. 〗
❝𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵.❞
In which she helps her best friend break his innocent brother out of prison.
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PHOEBE STOOD A FEW FEET away from Michael in a long hallway with Lincoln Burrows a few feet away from Michael. The inmates working with John Abruzzi were painting the walls, the smell of paint wafting into Phoebe's nose, her head aching with the strong scent.
"Shit," Phoebe cursed to herself as she accidentally smeared some white paint on her hand. She scrunched her nose in distaste before wiping the wet paint on her now-stained blue jumpsuit. Michael smirked and chuckled besides her as he saw how annoyed she was by this. "Shut it, Scofield." She teased. Michael smiled and looked back towards the wall in front of them as he continued to paint, looking serious again as Abruzzi slowly marched behind them and up to Michael, whispering to him, yet loud enough for Phoebe to hear.
"Kudos, fish." Abruzzi began, "You got spine." He said. Abruzzi then moved along, walking away as he gave Michael one last glance. Michael turned to look at Lincoln again, who was already looking at him and Phoebe. Phoebe smiled to herself softly as she recalled the look of pure shock on Lincoln's face when he found out not only Michael, but Phoebe, were in the penitentiary. Phoebe was only glad the women's side of the penitentiary was under reconstruction; therefore she could be safe and sound (as safe and sound as she could be) with her best friends.
"Alright, cons! Break it down!" Abruzzi called out to the working inmates. Phoebe sighed, gathering her buckets of paint as the other inmates followed after Abruzzi, with Phoebe walking in front of Michael. Abruzzi and a guard led the inmates inside the cell blocks, Abruzzi standing aside with a clipboard in his hands as the inmates set their tools in their proper places. Phoebe began to set down the half-empty buckets of paint as Michael and Lincoln stood besides her.
"Saw Veronica come by yesterday." Lincoln mentioned casually. "She still engaged to that guy?" Lincoln questioned with a tone of distaste. Phoebe smiled, recalling a time when Lincoln and Veronica, Michael's lawyer and long-time friend of both Michael and Lincoln, were madly in love. She wondered if Lincoln still felt something for her and vice-versa.
"Yep," Michael replied with a small smile. Phoebe nodded.
"Still engaged." Phoebe piped in. Lincoln nodded slowly.
"Could've been me." Lincoln thought out loud. So he does wish he was still with her, Phoebe thought silently to herself.
"If you hadn't self-destructed." Michael retorted. Lincoln's head snapped to look at Michael with an unreadable expression. Phoebe uncomfortably pressed her lips into a thin line.
"You think I meant to knock up Lisa Rix?" Lincoln spat in return. Phoebe's eyes widened at Lincoln's words. She felt as if Lincoln was saying his son LJ was not only an accident, but a mistake.
